Cuckolded by Her Trainer (Patreon)

"Hey, man, are you going to use that, or are you just sitting there?"

Edgar looked up at the sweaty, chubby guy standing just a few feet from him and stared for a few seconds before it clicked that he'd been sitting at the chest press for nearly five minutes without having done a single rep. He smiled, got up, and said, "Yeah, sorry, it's all yours."

"Dude, you're not gonna wipe it down?"

Edgar was more than a little annoyed by the tone - and for some reason he was annoyed that a fat guy was scolding him at the gym - but he grabbed his towel, gave the bench a wipe down, and walked away without uttering another word. He found his way to the shoulder press, sat down, and resumed staring at the beautiful blonde woman in the high-waisted red leggings and matching sleeveless top.

Her long hair was pulled into a high, tight ponytail and the way swayed back and forth with every little movement would have proved hypnotic were Edgar not so intently focused on how the woman's trainer was interacting with her.

He was running her through a progression of free weight exercises, and each and every time he showed her a new exercise he made sure to touch this exquisitely beautiful, fit blonde woman in a far more intimate manner than was appropriate, given the public setting. He'd run his hands up her arm as she did a dumbbell curl. He'd put his strong hands on her waist to adjust her posture as she lifted the dumbbells over her head to work her shoulders. He'd let his fingers roam over her ass in a quick, subtle manner. He'd do all of that and more as it seemed like he was trying his best to turn her on while training her.

It seemed that he was succeeding in turning her on. The blonde's nipples had gotten rock hard and were poking through her sports bra. She couldn't help but smile every time the trainer touched her and when he came around front she made sure to offer a flirty look that made it perfectly clear she enjoyed his touch.

Normally it would be uncouth for Edgar to stare like he was doing. It was the sort of thing that could get a man kicked out of the gym, in fact. In this case, though, Edgar knew the beautiful blonde wasn't going to lodge a complaint. In fact, for her, the fact that he was watching only added to the thrill of the trainer being so blatant about his desire for her. After all, Edgar was the one that had put the sizable engagement ring on the blonde's finger. He was the man she'd said 'yes' to after walking down the aisle. He was the man she'd started a family with. He was also the man she was now cuckolding with her trainer.

After finishing with the free weights, Edgar's wife - Bailey - turned and smiled at him. He smiled back as Travis walked up behind her, put his hands on her waist, and leaned down to whisper something into her ear. For a moment Edgar thought he might get to see another man kiss his wife in public, but instead Bailey smiled and headed for a weight bench.

She sat and slowly laid back until she was looking up at Travis, who was going to spot for her. His crotch rested right over her face and Edgar couldn't help but picture his wife taking her bull's big cock in that same manner, only she'd been on her back in their bed with her head hanging just off it as Travis fed his dick down her throat while playing with her perky tits. Edgar had been between her legs, dutifully worshiping her pussy while she moaned with her bull's dick creating an impressive bulge in her throat. Travis had showered her breasts in his hot cum just a few minutes later as Bailey sucked his balls.

"Clean my cum off her tits," he'd instructed, and Edgar had done so like the dutiful cuckold he'd been molded into over the past six months.

There would be no deepthroating, ball sucking, or cum cleaning in the gym that day, though. Instead, Edgar watched his wife do a fairly impressive bench press set while she stared up at her bull. He wondered if she was thinking of having Travis's cock or balls in her mouth, if she was secretly wishing it was possible for him to disrobe and feed her the cock she'd come to love since granting Edgar's request to be cuckolded.

After finishing a trio of sets, Travis rested his hand on Bailey's lower back - very nearly caressing her ass in the process - and leaned in to say something. Edgar watched his wife close her eyes and smile as she felt her bull's breath on her neck. That smile turned into a look of erotic pleasure not long after and then Travis walked away.

Bailey looked at Edgar, smiled, and moved towards him. He noticed a slight damp spot between her legs and wondered if it was a sign of her desire, if her pussy was dripping for her bull.

Edgar stood as his wife approached. She surprised him by pressing her body against his and kissing him on the lips. He ran his hands down her slightly sweaty back and happily grabbed her ass through the soft, smooth material of her leggings, eliciting a gentle moan into his mouth. Her tongue quickly followed and it spent more time tangling with his than Edgar expected, leading to a wonderful throbbing between his legs.

"It didn't seem like you were getting much done," Bailey noted with a smile.

Edgar shook his head. "It's really hard to concentrate when he's touching you like that."

She leaned in, kissed his neck, and moaned softly. "You wouldn't believe how wet my pussy is right now," she whispered.

It felt a little inconvenient to be sporting an erection in the middle of the gym, but there was no stopping it in that moment. Nothing turned Edgar on quite like being cuckolded, and his wife's whispered words of desire for her bull were always a surefire way of igniting a rather intense desire inside him.

"Is that your dick I feel pressing into me?" she asked.

"It is," Edgar admitted.

She smiled, pressed her body a little harder against his, and said, "Your rock hard dick is smaller than Travis's flaccid shaft. Isn't that just the most amazing thing? He's so much more of a man than you are that he outclasses you without getting even a little hard."

Edgar's knees wobbled a little and Bailey kissed his neck once more. This time she moaned loud enough that he was certain someone else heard it, but in that moment Edgar didn't care one whit.

"Travis wants me to meet him in the parking lot," she whispered. "He wants to feel my mouth around his cock. He wants me to show him how eager I am to please him. I gave him the keys to our car and he's waiting in the backseat right now. I'm going to go suck his dick. I'm going to give him my throat. If I'm a lucky girl, he'll let me ride him and make him cum with my tight little married pussy. If you're a lucky cuckold, he'll let you clean his superior load out of me."

With that, she stepped back, turned around, and walked away. Edgar sat down immediately - he wasn't large, but his cock created a tent in his workout shorts - and watched her go. Bailey looked back at him once more before walking out of view and she smiled and blew him a playful kiss. Then she was gone, headed to the parking lot to deepthroat her bull's cock in the hope that he'd grant her the pleasure of taking him for a ride and making him cum in her married pussy.

After Bailey had disappeared, Edgar saw a few people looking his way. They'd no doubt seen the bulge in his pants, though none of them seemed scandalized. If anything, the looks on their faces were the sort that indicated they'd been utterly unimpressed with what they'd seen. Edgar was used to that, though, as his cock had never been the sort to impress anyone.

It took a full five minutes before his cock deflated to the point that he could leave, but the moment it felt safe, Edgar got up and rushed out of the gym. He was so focused on getting to the car that he very nearly got run over by someone who rightfully laid on their horn and offered up a series of annoyed hand gestures as Edgar stared through their windshield and mouthed an apology.

With his heart beating a little harder, Edgar resumed his journey to their car - an SUV, actually, with slightly tinted backseat windows that made this sort of encounter much easier - and hastily opened the passenger door and climbed in front.

"That's it," Trevor said as Edgar pulled the door shut. "Swallow that cock for me."

Bailey moaned as Edgar turned to see his wife slowly swallowing the full length of her bull's cock. Trevor had a tight grip on her ponytail and a confident smile on his face as he watched the artful deepthroat blowjob unfold in front of him.

"Enjoying the show, cuck," Trevor said.

"Yes," Edgar admitted.

Trevor used his grip on Bailey's hair to direct her mouth, holding eye contact with Edgar as he did so. It was the sort of thing some women would have objected to, but in taking a bull Bailey had discovered a side of her that found it immensely pleasurable to surrender control to an alpha male.

"Kiss your cuck," Trevor instructed.

He released Bailey's hair and she pulled off his cock, sat up, and turned to Edgar. Her lips were coated in saliva and her eyes were watering. They were alive with pleasure, though, and she leaned closer as Edgar dutifully leaned into the backseat to receive a kiss from his wife.

Their lips met and her tongue pushed into his mouth immediately. He tasted the sweetness of Trevor's precum and moaned right alongside Bailey, who'd encouraged her bull to take greater control of both of them if it turned him on. Trevor had taken to that suggestion without hesitation and his sex drive had seemingly increased, making it seem rather obvious that he enjoyed the extra sense of control.

"How does my cock taste, cuck?" Trevor asked.

Bailey turned to her bull as Edgar looked at the alpha male in the backseat and felt his dick tingle with cuckold desire. "Your cock tastes good," he replied.

"He's such a good little cuck, isn't he?" Bailey said as she ran her fingers through Edgar's hair.

"He is," Trevor replied.

Bailey reached out and wrapped her fingers around her bull's thick cock. "That's because you've shown him his place, baby. You've shown him that he doesn't compare to you when it comes to satisfying me. You've shown him that you're in control when the three of us are together."

"You wanna ride my dick?" Trevor asked.

Bailey bit her lower lip and nodded. "More than anything."

"Go ahead," the bull said.

Bailey hastily pulled off her leggings and tossed them into the front seat. She straddled Trevor, placed the head of his cock between her pussy lips, and filled the car with a long, low moan as she sat down on him.

Edgar grabbed her leggings and ran his fingers over the inside crotch. He felt his wife's sticky wetness, the proof of her desire. She was the kind of woman that got soaking wet deepthroating another man's big cock in the backseat of her car and he was the kind of husband that absolutely got off on that fact.

Edgar returned his gaze to the sight of his wife bouncing on another man's dick. He saw Trevor's strong hands on her ass and saw the slickness her juices left on his shaft as she rode him hard and fast. He heard Bailey's moans, which were wild and wondrous, as they'd always been from her first time with Trevor, and as they'd never been with Edgar. Those moans were all the proof he needed that she felt something different with her bull's cock inside her, something that unleashed a side of her sexuality that had never come out before, a side of her that Edgar couldn't get enough of.

"Fuck...baby...your cock feels so good inside me!" Bailey cried out as she rode her bull faster.

Trevor leaned a little to the side and looked at Edgar. "Do you like this view even better, cuck?" he asked.

"Yes, I do," Edgar replied. "It's...it's so fucking hot."

"And do you want me to cum inside your wife?"

Bailey moaned. "Please, yes, please fucking cum inside me, Trevor. Please cum in my tight little pussy."

Edgar nodded. "Yes, that's what I want. I want you to cum inside her."

Trevor smiled. "You know I'm gonna make you clean it out of her if I do that. Right, cuck? You know it's your duty to clean a superior man's cum out of your wife's pussy, right?"

Edgar smiled as his dick throbbed. "Yes, I know that. I know it's my duty. It's...it's my pleasure, too."

Trevor laughed. "Such a fucking cuck."

He lifted Bailey's sports bra over her head and tossed it at Edgar, who leaned to the side as it fell to the floor of the front seat. Trevor took Bailey's beautiful tits in his hands and squeezed them hard as he looked up at her. She moaned and then leaned down to kiss while bouncing her pussy on his cock at a furious pace.

"Oh fuck...Trevor, baby, please, cum in me," Bailey begged. "Please, I'm so fucking close...please, cum inside me."

Edgar watched every little detail unfold as his wife and her bull came together. He saw the look on Trevor's face - the telltale look of his impending orgasm - and then he saw Bailey throw her head back and unleash her orgasm as soon as she was certain that her bull had climaxed. He listened to them both moan and groan with such intense pleasure and he did so while keeping his hands off his cock, which had been a rule for the past three months and one that he'd managed to stick to the entire time.

In the aftermath of her orgasm, Bailey's body relaxed and Trevor wrapped his arms around her. Her lips found his for a series of long, stunningly beautiful and intimate kisses as she pursued a bond with the man that offered her satisfaction so intense that words couldn't describe it.

She rested her forehead against his and caressed Trevor's face before whispering, "Thank you for that. You make me feel so good, Trevor. So much better than I thought I could ever feel. You're incredible."

Jealousy and lust coursed through Edgar's body as his wife professed her joy at having a man like Trevor in her life.

Bailey then turned and looked at him with a smile on her face. "Aren't I lucky to have Trevor in my life?"

"You are," Edgar replied. "And I'm grateful for him too. You deserve everything you want, Bailey, including far better sex than the kind I can give you."

She smiled. "You're such a good cuck. You deserve pleasure, too." She turned to Trevor. "He deserves pleasure, doesn't he?"

Trevor nodded. "He deserves a cuck's pleasure, that's for sure. So yeah, he can clean my load from your pussy."

Bailey lifted her pussy from her bull's cock and Trevor quickly put his underwear and shorts back on.

"I'll see you two tomorrow," he said before opening the door and getting out. "Make sure you get her pussy nice and clean, cuck. And make sure you savor the taste of my load, just like a good cuck would."

He shut the door and Bailey quickly leaned against it and spread her legs, giving Edgar a beautiful view of her well-fucked pussy with another man's cum slowly leaking out of it.

"Come back here, sweetie. Come and clean my pussy like a good cuck, like my bull wants you to. Come and savor the taste of his load," she said.

Edgar crawled into the backseat and settled between her legs. Bailey reached down and ran her fingers through his hair as she smiled.

"You know he fucks me so much better than you ever did," she said. "You know it's not even a contest."

"I know," he replied.

"You know that now that I've had a man like him that I can't go back to having just you," she continued. "That I can't ever be faithful to you. Never again, Edgar. Truly, never again. It's just not possible."

He nodded. "I know. I don't want that, Bailey. I'm happier this way, too. I really am."

"I know you are. My little cuck. My little cum cleaning cuck husband." She smiled. "Go ahead. Lick up a superior man's load. Get it all out of my pussy and then we can go home and I can give your little dick a nice handjob."

Edgar plunged his tongue inside her as lust overcame him. The saltiness of Trevor's cum danced on his taste buds and he moaned while swallowing. His dick throbbed and Edgar couldn't help but rub it just a little against the seat as even a little touch of friction brought with it such intense pleasure.

Bailey laughed. "Don't fuck the car seat too hard, sweetie. I don't want you blowing your load in your shorts. It's my job to make you cum. Don't forget that."

He was a little embarrassed that she'd noticed his fruitless grinding, and yet there was something so thrilling about it. He couldn't help it, either, as it felt so good and he knew he wouldn't be inside his wife's pussy so there would be little to no thrusting in his future.

"Does his cum taste good, cuck?" she asked.

"Yes, it does," he admitted. "I've grown to love it, actually."

She grabbed a handful of his hair, moaned, and said, "Such a fucking cuck. Such a good fucking cuck."

Edgar pushed his tongue deeper inside her. He searched for more of her bull's cum and swallowed what he found. He did so greedily, devouring every drop and coating the inside of his mouth and his throat with it. It was just too thrilling to do anything other than act like the cum slut he'd become.

"Oh, fuck, sweetie, make me cum," Bailey instructed. "Be a good cuck and make me cum again."

Edgar searched her pussy one more time, swallowed what little cum was left, and turned his attention to Bailey's clit. He licked and sucked at a slow, steady rhythm and he had her screaming and trembling in orgasm in what felt like less than a minute. She held his face tight against her pussy until the climax had rushed through her and then released her grip on Edgar's hair, closed her eyes, and smiled.

"You really have become a very good cuck," she said. "So much so that I think I'll play with your cock on the ride home. You deserve a nice, long, teasing handjob today."

Edgar climbed into the front seat, passed Bailey her clothes, and started the car. She dressed quickly, joined him in the front, and buckled up before reaching over and freeing his erection from his shorts. Her fingers were wrapped around it a moment later and Edgar backed out of the space and headed home with lust coursing through his body and the promise of an orgasm putting a big smile on his face.